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I used to believe that the house in front of mine used to shake, like during an earthquake happening only with that house.
When I was little, my parents would drive by open fields and point to those round hay bales and say "Look! Joe Barrets!" So, for the LONGEST time my sister and I believed that round hay bales were called "Joe Barrets." As it turns out, my dad had worked with a man who made the machines that make the bales round, a certain "Joe Barret." My parents were just joking around when they called hay bales "Joe Barrets" and never expected that we did not understand their little joke. I was well into my high school years when I figured this out.
I never stepped on cracks on the footpath and always tried to take only one step between the divisions - don't know why - I was too scared not to do so!
I used to believe the older boy next door would chase me down and kill me with a chef's knife if I went over there or look at his house. I still think that, even though they moved away long ago.
Whenever I walked past a derelict building i always used to read the sign that said "Bill Posters will be prosecuted", I always felt sorry for Bill, who ever he was!!!
On every car trip I took from age about 8 to 12, I gazed with great attention at every concrete or other aggregate-type barrier we passed. This was because I believed that, since they were aggregate, and therefore mostly air, then it stood to reason that there must somewhere be an aggregate structure with "slices" or "spots" where you could see through them.
When I was read the nursery rhyme about the old woman who lived in the shoe, I pictured a house-sized building that was shaped like a shoe. Many buildings in the city where I grew up had strange shapes, so it didn't seem unusual to me at all. I also thought the shoe-house would be fun to visit someday.
when I was a kid I saw signs occasional on windows of houses that said tolet and couldn't understand why they were advertising they had a toilet.
When I was really young, I used to have a fear of under-tunnels.[like underground short-cuts to the train]. I used to believe that if you walked underground, you would disturb drawfs working [like in snow white in the diamond mines]. And I thought the drawfs would then torture whoever who disturbed them. Pretty far-fetched huh? But I was really afraid of undergrounds then that I would discourage my mom to walk through them and walk the long instead. She never understood why though...
Whenever my mother and I were driving home she would make whining noises that she pretended were the road we lived on asking me to make it breakfast. No matter what time of day it was I would pretend to make toast and orange juice and bacon and then throw it out the back window. For some reason I wound up thinking that bacon was called cheltenham because that was the name of the road I lived on.
A belief I held high for a long, long time: Allotment gardens were the result of our Dutch government's bigoted perception of handicaped people.
People with achondroplasia (dwarfism) were forced to live outside of town, in special little villages at the edge of town or along the highway, because they would only cause trouble in a busy town's traffic; according to our government their anatomy would probably make them not manoeuvrable enough to cross busy roads (people in central Holland drive like maniacs), and they would be too short for people to notice.
This belief held ground --and made my blood boil for the injustice-- until I was 15, because it made sense. Most allotment gardens have sheds that look like miniature houses (complete with cosy-looking curtains) and most have all sorts of vegetables growing - indicating the need for self-sufficiency.
... Phew.
When I was little, there was a small store down the road of my grandparents house and the owner told me that the mutant ninja turtles lived in a manhole in the middle of the store.
When I was a little kid, I believed that I would fall through the little holes on the floor of the climbing structure at the playground.
I f my mom told me to jump down to the level with the holes, I would start crying becuase i didn't want to fall through the holes.
After seeing the movie, "Cast Away", I always yelled "FedEx" whenever a FedEx truck went by and casually ran away if I was outside, or if I was in the car, I'd just say FedEx like people say Slugbug. I wasn't scared or anything; it was just a superstition. I can't remember when I finally stopped doing that.
I used to believe that girls could take there shirts off in public because boys could but dang i was dumb
when i was little, i used to think they had a big chair to stand on to put the lights on bridges
When I was about 6, I used to believe if I was at a neighbor's house it was my new house!
When i was about 4 my parents were looking for a new house and once we bought one i saw it and said "daddy, why are we buying the house with no walls?"
I believed as a child that if you stepped in wet cement that you had to take your shoes and socks and go barefooted for a day.
in my city there are lots of signs on buildings saying "To-let". I always thought there were just an oddly large number of people who spelled toilet wrong... until i realised the building was for sale.
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